Running Through Tunnels Songtext
von Kid Harpoon

In this town we live like rats
With license plates on carrier bags
By pen and gun
By word or bullet
By tongue or teeth
They′d eat us all if they only could

Skimpa skamper, what's for dinner?
Scrimp and save up all your morsels
It′s your turn
To be our next meal

As you can see in life I've led
A generation that's up ahead
To change the way we think and do and soon
They will get to you


Skimpa skamper, what′s for dinner?
Follow me, my pretty things
There′s evil needles in this hay stack

Oh, the piper left his calling card
His calling card, his calling card
The dustmen took our home
We bled into the drains
And ran off to the sea
Oh, what a melody is calling us
It's calling us, it′s calling us
We're scratching our heads
So follow my lead
Sniffing out the dead

Skimpa skamper, what′s for dinner?
It's your turn
To be our next meal